You can’t fit it. You can’t make it go away.
I don’t know what you’re going to do about it.
But I know what I’m going to do about it. I’m just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I’m not around
feeding it anymore
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Ha ha a! A little bit tough on Chi Town.
Well he had his problems there. Nothing personal for me about Chicago. But I can identify with it in terms of leaving academia.
Chicago has its problems but then it seems there’s no place to praise these days. Take care 😊
You’re right about that.
🙂
Reblogged this on A Pondering Mind and commented:
A wonderful poem…
Thanks for reblogging this.
You’re welcome
I reblogged it…and I really liked it…
I’m glad you like it.
I don’t know Chicago but I do know that some memories of people and place do need to be walked away. (Some places away from which one needs to walk For the academics and pedants)
Agree with you on that.
Ahhh.. wonderful sentiments.
I agree.